Scenario One: Being in the shatterdome meant doing your part. It was on all the signs, anyway, and after a life spent in the military, he was used to picking up tasks that needed doing and getting them done, even if they weren't strictly in his orders. That included days like today.
He'd picked up one of the many clipboards with today's interview questions and had looked over them, having to suppress a snort of a laugh when he saw number three. The first one just made him think of his son's jowly bulldog and the second one made him nostalgic for his youth. The Drift question, he didn't have to wonder about. He knew that answer backward and forward.
The fourth, though, made him shake his head. "These questions just get weirder," he muttered to himself before pushing open an interview room door to step inside.
"Mornin'," Herc started, pleasantly enough, offering his hand for a handshake. "Name's Herc Hansen. And you?"
Scenario Three: Valparaiso wasn't so different from Sydney - at least in a few ways. It was still warm this time of year, even if the sun rose over land instead of over ocean. Most importantly, the work was the same, and he still needed to keep himself in fighting form.
With his knuckles taped, Herc was putting in some time on the heavy bag, and those who have paid attention may see some of the signature moves of Lucky Seven. It was almost meditative to Herc, though, movements that were so much a part of him that he didn't even have to think to go through them.
Herc Hansen | Pacific Rim
Being in the shatterdome meant doing your part. It was on all the signs, anyway, and after a life spent in the military, he was used to picking up tasks that needed doing and getting them done, even if they weren't strictly in his orders. That included days like today.
He'd picked up one of the many clipboards with today's interview questions and had looked over them, having to suppress a snort of a laugh when he saw number three. The first one just made him think of his son's jowly bulldog and the second one made him nostalgic for his youth. The Drift question, he didn't have to wonder about. He knew that answer backward and forward.
The fourth, though, made him shake his head. "These questions just get weirder," he muttered to himself before pushing open an interview room door to step inside.
"Mornin'," Herc started, pleasantly enough, offering his hand for a handshake. "Name's Herc Hansen. And you?"
Scenario Three:
Valparaiso wasn't so different from Sydney - at least in a few ways. It was still warm this time of year, even if the sun rose over land instead of over ocean. Most importantly, the work was the same, and he still needed to keep himself in fighting form.
With his knuckles taped, Herc was putting in some time on the heavy bag, and those who have paid attention may see some of the signature moves of Lucky Seven. It was almost meditative to Herc, though, movements that were so much a part of him that he didn't even have to think to go through them.